Bursting from the forest, deer strewn in his wake, he crashes through the mosquito screen and dives under her bed. Moonlight glints off the salt-and-pepper fur of his quaking hind leg. Shaken, Megan wakes to the distant pop and flash of fireworks.
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Monday, September 1, 2014
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
The Cat Race
We’ve
cozied up to another manic popularity contest. Woman of the Year. Best Mother
Ever. Who would’ve thought we’d be looking over our shoulders, incredulous marathoners
eyeing the open road, perfectly incapable of believing the finish line will be ours
to break.
Friday, July 18, 2014
English Summer Haiku
My entry to Centre for New Writing twitter poetry "micropoem14" competition.
Read the winning poems here: http://www.staffnet.manchester.ac.uk/news/display/?id=12528
Read the winning poems here: http://www.staffnet.manchester.ac.uk/news/display/?id=12528
#micropoem14 Lulled by the full moon a sleeping pond turns over. Gray rabbits gather. @newwritingMCR #EnglishSummer #haiku
— Kymm Coveney (@KymmInBarcelona) July 11, 2014
Monday, July 7, 2014
Calcification Calculation
Begin with one heel spur,
left foot. Move on to bunions, one each, left and right. Adding insult to
injury, a divergent, bulging knuckle points the right pinkie finger northeasterly.
Finally, bursitis of the shoulder. Times two. That makes fifty-five, and
counting.
Monday, June 30, 2014
The Siren Call
When I went overboard, the shock of the cold was greater than the shock of your hand at my back. I swallowed the dark Atlantic, warmed to its voices. Keening whales sang me to her. She was tangled in your fraying halyard.
Monday, June 16, 2014
One Heart Breaking
Splinters rasp. Pancreas.
The word cracks
it open.
The surgeon’s voice echoes
months
in a thunderclap
straight down the middle.
Your last sigh, exhaled,
broke it forever.
Yet, listen. Days like today
I can hear it
sounds like pebbles
at the seashore.
Pep 13/8/66 - 16/6/03
Always for you, Pep. 143
Monday, June 9, 2014
Idle Threats
Of all the people to criticize my adipocytic indiscretion, you’d think Grace would have the decency to give a girl the benefit of a lapse. The gym. On Monday. We’ll see how many laps she’s made of.
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